Once upon a time…….OK, actually last night ….…V and I are out to dinner.
We’re discussing computer dating……something neither of us ever did. Luckily. Since everything about us is completely different and we have nothing in common, no computer—and no human—would ever put us together.
This line of conversation leads to me ask a potentially lethal question: “Which of my many bad habits would you put at the top of your list?”
V, almost always the gentleman, saves our marriage finesses the question with a diplomatic answer about how he’s learned to accept all my bad habits as part of me.
I’m mentally composing my own list (and a future blog post) of HIS bad habits. But when he asks, I give him back the same answer— since I don’t want to leave the restaurant before having dessert.
Even with dessert, we’re home before 9 p.m.
Even with watching Tivo’d football highlights, V is asleep by 9:30.
A lark and a night-owl; just one of our many differences. For people who make strange bedfellows, bedtime is a conundrum that requires compromise.
For years I thought V was faking, but trust me, it’s true—-he is asleep the instant his head hits the pillow. Or even sooner.
And this is one habit I can’t tolerate. It’s high on my list—with a bullet……and I’m jealous. I require relaxation by reading….for a few minutes, or a few hours. And since V is invariably and instantly asleep, I can’t read with the lamp and I have to use one of those annoying clip-on lights.
So last night he’s asleep, as my night is just starting. I’m involved with emails and writing and contending with a technological breakdown on my blog that I could ignore and go to sleep but instead I persist, pushing to the back of my mind the promise I made to myself a few hours ago after reading a post by Arianna Huffington recommending women make a resolution to get a full night’s sleep every night for a month.
Finally around 2 a.m., by the light of my cellphone, I guide myself to bed……..And I get within 3 feet of the bed when I remember something I forgot and go back to my desk where I am still sitting at 4 a.m. when I hear a noise in another part of the house.
It can’t be the cat since she’s on my lap. I get up to check and in the kitchen I find V making the coffee.
Which is one of his habits I actually LIKE.
And since he’s already up, I get to read with the light on……
…..and somehow they manage to live happily…….ever after.